Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“You’re back already?” Lash asked, coming up behind Angel. He held her hip and reached out to shake his hand.
“Yeah. Lash, this is Charlotte. Charlotte, this is our new Prez, Lash.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You’re the one he’s been looking for? The one who helped put him in jail.”
Charlotte tensed. “No. I’m not.”
“Leave it, Lash. She had nothing to do with it.”
“And you believe her.”
“Yeah, I do. Charlotte has never had a reason to lie to me, and I believe that.”
Lash glared at her for a few seconds, and Angel patted his chest. “I believe it as well.”
Once Angel talked, Lash listened. It was kind of a miracle to witness actually. Gash wished he’d been at the club to see the two fall for each other. The way the others talked about it, it had been something awesome to watch. Instead, he only watched them together.
“Did you hear the good news?” Lash asked.
“Good news?”
“I’m pregnant,” Angel said, placing her hand over her stomach. “I finally convinced him Anthony needed a play friend.”
“Anthony’s at school now,” Gash said.
“I know, but I’d like to think he wants a little brother or sister.” The smile dropped from Angel’s face. “What if he doesn’t want a brother or sister? What if he hates us?”
Lash shook his head, cupping her cheek. “No. I’ll talk with Anthony, and he’ll love us having a big family. Why wouldn’t he? He’s always around Tabitha, Miles, and the others.”
Angel sighed. “You’re right. We’re expanding our family.”
“Do you know where Whizz is?” Gash asked.
He could be around Angel all day. She helped to ease the bitterness inside him, and make him forget his need for revenge. He didn’t want to ever forget what he planned for the two people who put him in prison. It was his mission to end them, and he was going to do it while laughing.
“Whizz is at home. Since they adopted Sally, they spend a little more time at their own place. Lacey doesn’t want to force the MC onto Sally, and to give the girl a somewhat normal life,” Angel said.
“Sally’s at school.”
“Whizz has set up this nerd station in one of his rooms at his place. Several screens, internet, and all that shit that makes him a certified nerd.”
Gash chuckled. A lot of people wouldn’t believe that Whizz was not only a computer geek, but he was also one tough asshole. He had a lot of respect for Whizz, especially as the man had survived some of the worst kind of torture that he had ever heard about.
“Then I guess we’re paying Whizz a visit.” He grabbed Charlotte’s hand and headed out of the club.
As he was leaving Killer was walking into the club.
They shook hands and slapped each other on the back.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon,” Killer said.
“What can I say? You just can’t get rid of me.”
“Tell me about it. Can’t stay, about to head out.” Gash made the introductions with Killer and Charlotte. “Where’s Kelsey?”
“She’s at work.” Kelsey worked as a dental nurse, and had returned to work not long ago. “I’m here to pick up Markus.”
“Angel has him inside.”
“Great.”
They said their goodbyes and headed back toward his bike.
“I have to say I’m shocked,” Charlotte said.
“About what?”
“Your MC life. I thought it was drugs, booze, and sex.”
Gash laughed. “Well, it’s got the sex and the booze. It’s also about being a family. The Skulls, they’re my real brothers and family.”
“What happened to your real brother?” she asked.
“My brother?”
“Yesterday, you mentioned a brother.”
Gash released a sigh. “I’ll talk to you about that another time. I’ve not seen him in years, well over a decade. He’s probably dead.”
“And you don’t care about that?”
“My brother was an asshole, Charlotte. Believe me, he’s better off dead, otherwise he’d have hurt every single person he could get his hands on.”
Charlotte frowned. “How do you know that?”
Gash sighed. “Can I just promise that I’ll tell you soon? I want to get to Whizz.”
She nodded. “Sure. You’re not obligated to share anything with me.” She placed the helmet on her head, and he swung his leg over the bike. Charlotte climbed on behind him and held him tightly.
Gash liked the way she held onto him.
Starting up his bike, he rode out of the clubhouse, all the time aware of her pussy pressing against his back. When he got out of prison, he’d fucked every single club whore, and then he’d gone around them again, wearing out all the women. He loved sex, but with Charlotte, it was something more.
Thinking back to this morning when he had his fingers inside her pussy, he’d been desperate for her to find pleasure. Usually he didn’t give a fuck about whether the women got off or not. With Charlotte, it meant more.
Get over it.
She’s not the one for you.
You’re using her to find peace.